SLUTWALKers

The latest news that flooded the dailies all over India,if not the world,is slutwalks by women.The objective of these walks is to reduce the sexcrimes against women.The very objective is catchy and has to be appreciated.People all over the world do care only about themselves and their loved ones rather than staging up a fight against social issues.Iam no different too but i always had it in me to do something good when I grow up.Only time can tell when and how I can be of some use to the society.Well now these slutwalks are nothing but a rally by young and beautiful women who take up the streets to exercise their opinions on dressing up fashionably and exposively.Of course I have to agree on their point that men have got no rights to define how they have to dress up,we really don't.

The women are beautiful creatures made by God,so pleasing to the eye and their mere presence brings an element of joy.Of course Iam talking generally here.But this whole concept of Slutwalk is taking a different dimension because of the clothing factor.Women want their freedom of dressing,of course they do.But I cant comprehend why do they want to expose their skin.Westernisation is taking a toll on the Indians thanks to the growing industrial sectors and invasion of foreign outlets here in this part of the world.Women can dress as fashionably and attractively as they need,nobody infact has a buzz about it.But then, the slutwalkers hold placards saying “u need not look at what iam wearing”,”rapes will go on even if iam properly dressed”.Of course anyone who knows a fair bit of English can really understand what they mean but that doesn’t make what they say is right.

There are two ways to look at things,one the rebel way and one the conservative way.The women taking up this stance are quite rebellious in nature and I can only hope they raise their children atleast in an Indian way.Dressing up themselves is anyone’s liberty but not at the expense of others' getting provoked.I don’t seriously understand the girls who come up and display their t-shirts with very perversive comments like,”I ve got a beautiful face on top,see that too”,”touch me if u dare” “don’t look at me”,”unbutton me if u can”.If the women believe that moral policing is bad and if they seriously believe that wearing such captions and going in front pervert men ,waiting like hawks for a fish,and say “come on I have got my own sense of dressing,don’t you look at me…”.Now that is the aspect that I dislike .

Men aren’t perfect.But it doesn’t make sense to me that exposive dress ups shouldn’t even arouse a man.Men wouldn’t be men if they aren’t doing it.Iam not being machomasculine but I just want to say that girls should understand science before they talk.Sex crimes have to be dealt with severely.I would consider a sex crime like a rape/molestation/eve teasing as a social injustice towards women and the offenders should be stonepelted to death.But even men like me who take a fundamentalist stance would like to conserve women welfare,but in the positive way.Going in halfbaked clothing and provoking men would only deepen this ruggedhole and so women should understand what they are doing too.It is a 2edged sword, this slutwalking.Not only is it targeted at men but also it fights for women's clothing freedom.My sincere request to all those beautiful women,fight for a cause not for publicity& exposure

the tour that was all fun n frolic...

In my last post i have mentioned about the lovely tour to munnar.I enjoyed it so much that i thought it would be justice served in a platter only if i can type something about it here in my very own world.the tour to munnar started very colorfully because of the fact that we were allowed to be in casuals for the 1st time in the otherwise wrecked college 1st year life.This in itself set the mood up and all of a sudden the talkatives,silent folks and the rest too slowly but surely stepped into the room of enjoyment.we had our lunch and we started the tour after a prayer.it was a ritual which is not my cup of tea but it has always been carried out whenever i have been on a tour.the bus buzzed up as we travelled around say a dozen kms.the gals started singing,the north indian friends,the hindi knowing mallu friends kickstarted the campaign by singing a few songs.we were(like usual)sitting in the last row of the bus and were simply warming up ourselves.the anthaksari mode turned on as everybody started singing some foottapping numbers in their own voices.All of a sudden SPBs and Shreya Ghosals were increasing in leaps and bounds as the fever spread epidemically.All of a sudden i was forcefully evacuated from my place and the leader of the trip took me alongwith him to the front and asked me to sing tamil songs.I went there all alone and i was say like threatened to sing and i had to.I was not allowed to be accompanied by my tamil speaking friends too.I felt very reluctant and shy but then i knew i should not disappoint the entirity there who were simply looking at me to start.So i started singing(or whatever u name it) a few gaana kinda songs.I was feeling happy with the kind of care and encouragement that were showered on me.it was a nice trip.the gals felt a bit less amused to speak with us,but ya we knew that they would be like that certainly for how we had been till then.We were introduced to a tent life for 3days.I just loved it as i knew it was something that caught me unawares and something that happens once in a lifetime.We had a wonderful team of neighbours to whom we spoke for the first time.The class started to loosen up in the first day itself with activities and games and the romantic climate set up a wonderful campfire mood ready to be occupied with fun.The guitarist of the class set the tone by his amazing skills and to set the party ablaze a few started singing a few peppy numbers.It was a nicetime but i loved my first campfire in coorg with my ug mates better because we were dancing to the compositions that were made by rajas and rahmans.nevertheless it was an effort that was really appreciable.The next morning sun welcomed us and a couple of naughty brat girls were beating up every guy who came a bit late for breakfast.I got my share too.Then we went onto play a few games,i even got my first time opportunity of leading a team.Nobody cared about the individual losses but everybody were very sportive and were complimenting each other well.we made our own boats and did a nice boating.This again was an one time opportunity for sure.I enjoyed it thoroughly.The campfire the second day was good again but numbers started reducing soon and so the think tank came up with an idea of asking pairs to comeup and dance/sing.I was paired with a girl with whom i was doing my horrible dancing too.The photograph taken after the dance was a classic.It's a favourite of mine.We did some trekking and some photoshoots too.The girls from Tamilnadu felt so reluctant to come and ask us for a joint photograph because of the treatment that they had meted out before from us.It wasnt a good experience for them speaking to us before that.Eventually they approached and we happily obliged too.We took photographs with most of the class and of course with the special ones too.Then we were returning back to the college.This time i was asked by a girl who was sitting before me, to sing a melody song.So we thought of lighting up the bus with some songs which was half asleep and tired.we knew that we guys who always roamed together dint do justice to the enjoyment of the class.So we four of guys agreed to sing and dance and we had company.A few girls and some real good friends came together and we started enjoying ourselves.People starting contributing a lot with a lot suggestions and songs that were to be sung.we had a real good time out there and then i was overwhelmed with ecstacy when a north indian friend of mine who dint understand a word of what i shouted as 'o podu,nalla podu' said he enjoyed the ooooos and the other rhythms that we sang.We made everybody happy and feel good.That was very satisfactory infact.the class began to gel up well after that.facebook and orkut got new acclaims that pgdm 19c is the best kinda msgs...We simply were the best set of friends around then and i enjoyed being part of such a good tour with such good friends...thanx all for some wondeful memories to trackback and cherish...

tamil machans

my pg life dint start as per expectations.the college was damn strict and rubbish at times that they treated us so badly and dint give us either freedom or respect.but i got acclimatised soon.its a common sight to see the birds of the same feathers flock together.it happened in my case.we the guys from tamilnadu,we were always roaming together.we had a similar frequency and of course the language was the 1st uniform thing that brought us together.we were all in different classes but we go together whenever we meet up.there was this lovely tour to munnar where 4of us started dancing and singing in the bus and i believe a good chunk of the class enjoyed it.people started tagging us 'tamil machans' and it stuck from there on.time fled by and we made friends with many guys from then on...the cross culture affiliation came up but still we never left the friendship that we had amongst us.godwilling we shall be together for many years to come too.